On foggy mountain, I’m a mystery. Grounded, I’m the unknowing.
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He asked, “Would you rather be: rainy December day patio furniture – saturated with uselessness and dripping with fecklessness or a snowplow blade reflecting the July sun – corroding with inutility and burning with idleness” I responded, “At least the plow has … Continue reading